It shouldn’t have been what it was in the end
In summers now passed, such adventures, such friends
One tries to find magic where shadows reside
But life will determine, life will decide
Whether this year you’ll feel eighteen once more
Or wonder if you will know joy like before
The gut punches came each after the other
Said farewell to a sister, I and my brothers
Farewell to a boss, farewell to my money
Farewell to my time with my kids and my honey
Farewell to Luck, the Stanford Sensation
Will football still be fun to watch in this nation?
Shackled to work, to sleep and pay bills
Redundancy dwells where once lived many thrills
When half it was over I found myself thinking
The Good Ship Summer’s not sailing, it’s sinking
So we waited it out and endured each invasion
That Misery Monster would hear no persuasion
Come August I found myself longing for fall
This son of July has cold blood after all
Now I sit in my office, feeling my feelings
Adding the totals, half-drowning, half-reeling
Counting my blessings, striving for calm
Praying and borrowing Gilead’s balm
For the seasons yet turn and turn as they will
August gives way to September, yes, still
In spring I awaited the summer’s prompt coming
And now I await fall’s arrival, heart thrumming
There’s a chance that it’s better than summer this year
I choose to lock step with my hope, not my fear
If nothing else I can take this away:
No wicked season forever will stay.